Psychics don't die from gunfire

Whether or not these words caused a stir.

After that day ended.

Song Shi kept his word and did not live in the city hall building, but chose a motel in a remote location.

The boss, who was originally suffering from a bad business, sold the hotel at a very fair price after learning that someone was willing to buy it.

"——How is the progress?"

On the roof of the hotel, Song Shi sat cross-legged, and Anthony and Lapis Lazuli behind him were just arriving, one flipping and the other flying.

"The progress is relatively fast." Hearing this, Anthony cleared his throat and reported: "Under your administrative order, including but not limited to the Security Bureau and the various departments of the network security agency, are working hard to clean up the entire territory and eliminate the chronic disease."

"I made a briefing, do you need to review it?"

Song Shi took the data tablet and took a rough look at it. The progress was indeed gratifying.

In front of the full-scale operation of Ye Nan, those so-called chronic diseases were far less difficult than most people imagined. Instead, they were more like accumulated oil stains, which seemed to be deeply rooted, but in fact, they could be wiped away.

Let's not talk about anything else, just the simplest interrogation link.

Ordinary people who have undergone rigorous training can use some skills to build a mental barrier to resist the prying of [Consensus] psychics, but when the latter's psychic power is stronger than a certain limit, no matter how tenacious and stubborn the agent is, he will become a puppet that can be manipulated at will.

Not to mention that most people have never received this kind of anti-mind reading training.

Under Song Shi's order, the [Consensus] in Canglu Province ended up like dumplings, and the efficiency of extracting evidence has increased to an unprecedented level-the patrol inspection has reached this point, and those small actions that could be done in the past are now not dared by many people.

In addition, there are network security agencies responsible for online tracing, the Security Bureau is responsible for offline suppression, and members of the Wuzong also have to contribute.

Mainly physical force.

In the face of such unparalleled violence, any resistance has become an unrealistic delusion.

"No problem." Song Shi put down the data tablet: "Uh, um, Anthony, I give you full authority to handle it."

"Oh, right."

As if he suddenly thought of something, Song Shi touched his chin: "After this trip, how many levels can you get when you go back?"

"It should be to continue to stay in the First Court." Anthony answered without hesitation, obviously thinking about it a long time ago: "According to the usual practice, I previously served in the First Court for five years. The next step is to be transferred to the local area. After some results, I will be recalled to the First Court."

"But this trip will be with you on the tour, which can be replaced by this step. As for the specific new position, I have no right to decide for the Speaker."

Song Shi nodded and said nothing else. It was obviously a casual question.

"Sir, the Supervisor." Anthony bowed slightly: "You want to challenge the twelfth heaven of Wuzong."

Song Shi smiled.

"Song Shi means." Lapis Lazuli on the side slowly said: "The challenge is them."

Anthony was slightly startled, and then instantly adjusted his mood: "I understand."

Song Shi's face was very touching.

He stood up and grabbed it casually, and the wind flowed through his fingers.

"Since the Seven Lands War began, Wu Zong first lost to the Beiting Defense Line, and then to the first generation of the Lord of Ye Nan. They have been talking about it harshly over the years, but the fire in their hearts has only burned more fiercely and fiercely."

"Even this is not the end. Now, even their 'Supreme Martial Peak, the Strongest of the Strong' has been proven by others-"

Anthony looked solemn and read out the name word by word: "Grand Marshal."

"Yes."

Song Shi said leisurely.

"But should we feel sorry? Of course not, this is the result that the loser deserves."

"Now I will break through the twelve layers of heaven in a row to add more fuel to their fire-if they are trapped here and cannot recover, then the so-called 'Wu Zong' should voluntarily withdraw!"

Anthony slowly straightened his back. He straightened his tie, and from a distance, the whole person was like a black saber, with a cold temperament.

But the man's eyes were shining.

"Sir, the Supervisor." Anthony said, "Wu Zong may have been in decline in the past, but now, Wu Zong's throne is held by the Speaker. What you said will never happen."

"Well said."

A cheer rang out in the air.

At the corner of the street, a young man dressed casually, about 27 or 28 years old, walked out. He put his hands in his pockets and had dark red hair, which was dyed very naturally, attracting attention.

"If Wu Zong was as bad as you said, he wouldn't be alive now."

The young man raised his eyebrows, with a cynical meaning: "I don't think I can win against the dignified 'Nandou' Song Shi."

Song Shi cast his eyes: "So?"

"So I want to try and see how deep the wound I can leave on you if I go all out." The young man grinned: "It's courtesy, let me put it here first, as long as you don't kill me, you can be as ruthless as you want."

Song Shi smiled: "You are quite reasonable."

"Reasonable? Wrong, wrong." The young man shook his head repeatedly: "I am in my prime and have a lot of things to do. I can't explain it here so early. I'm afraid you will kill me directly."

"The inspection of the border appointed by the Pope himself, let's not talk about whether there will be punishment or how severe the punishment is. Even if I chop you off at that time, I still can't climb out of the coffin."

"Okay--"

Song Shi stood up, and Anthony and Lapis Lazuli flew to the side.

"Then I'll promise you that I won't kill you."

"That's good, that's good."

The young man nodded and took his hands out of his pockets.

A heavy pistol painted with black iron and laser-engraved was held in his right hand.

"Wuzong, the current eighth heaven."

The young man pressed his index finger on the trigger. Behind the steel-hard muzzle was a pair of eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Yue Shengfei."

The index finger clasped it down.

There was no burst of flames.

——From the indigo electromagnetic light, slender bullets burst through the air!

The open scorched earth was like a mayfly shaking a tree. It couldn't even hold on for half a second before it was pierced by this bullet. It was ten times faster than the speed of sound. The bullet even hit the scorched earth directly when there were signs of shattering in the scorched earth and failed to spread. The other party's face.

At the critical moment, Chong Xi in the form of a stream of fire appeared out of thin air, got ahead of the trajectory of the bullet, and knocked it away.

Then, there was a belated and clear trembling sound that echoed around the hotel for a long time.

Feeling the shock from the heavy kill, Song Shi made a detailed evaluation: "The speed of the electromagnetic ejection pistol is not bad, but the lethality is not much worse than a serious large-caliber electromagnetic sniper cannon."

"The result of spiritual strengthening." Song Shi concluded: "The path of [truth]."

"It's the extreme, it's the extreme, it's the truth."

Yue Shengfei's eyes were filled with a fierce look: "Be warned in advance, I have seven rounds in one magazine."

"——Second shot, pay attention!"